Last days of peace

Harry turned Triss toward the bathtub and bent her over.

He kneeled behind her and put his rod against her burning core while fondling her wonderfull buttcheeks. She wiggled her rear with clear eagerness, and unable to resist further, Harry plunged his member deep inside her in a single swift stroke. Triss screamed in delight, her flower holding him tight.

When he pulled out, he felt her sucking him in, and when he pushed in, her hot pot welcomed him and massaged him at the same time. While he had greatly enjoyed Raidy and Fonfon's snatches, Triss was undoubtly better. The way her walls moved around him gave him more pleasure than ever, and he found himself moaning every 2 strokes. Triss also enjoyed his long and powerfull thrust and matched him perfectly. Her hips and inner walls worked to give both of them the greatest sensations.

Both of them were almost in a trance where they could only feel each others, the rest of the world completly forgotten. Kirya was so turned on by the spectacle that she began to furiously play with herself.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, aroused by the sounds they heard, Fonfon launched her own attack on Raidy. She shyly tried to refuse, but soon found herself surrendering to the carnal pleasures. The only thing that could be heard in the whole house was the sound of sexual activities.

Harry's prick throbbed more and more as he reached his limits. He roughly grabbed Triss by her horns and increased his pace, to her utter delight. They reached their peak together and screamed, their minds temporary overwhelmed by gratification. Harry had opened her cervix with the tip of his rod and unleashed his seed right into her womb. Her walls kept sucking him for all his worth, trying to drain as much of his seed as possible.

At long last, he was released and slid out of her. As he was recovering, his attention drifted to the sorceress, who seemed to be recovering from her own orgasm. She was lying on the ground, legs spread open and showing him a clear view of her dripping flower.

He realised he hadn't tasted her snatch yet, so with renewed vigor, he went to her and put himself in a proper position. As he adjusted his position, she slowly wriggled around to give him better access, her eyes still glazed.

He plunged into her, and she gasped in surprised, then moaned in pleasure. Harry absentmindedly thought that, while she wasn't as great as Triss, she was still really good. So he happily pumped into her, and she happily took it. Her moan and shouts of pleasures were quite pleasant for him to hear.

Triss had recovered, and soon enough joined them them. She warped her arms around Harry from behind and caressed his body while kissing his neck. Then she shifted to his side and kissed him while him while he was still plowing Kirya. One of his hand left Kirya's hip to fondle the succubus delicious butt, and she began to slowly hump him.

She separated from him and straddled the sorceress face, forcing her to lick her snatch. Said sorceress was too drowned in pleasure to object, and dutifully licked and sucked her. While that hapened, Triss resued kissing harry, who was now playing with her breasts. This continued for a little while until the 3 of them came.

It took them a while to recover, and clean themselves. Harry left Triss and Kirya in the living room, and when he entered the bedroom he found Raidy and Fonfon asleep and naked, still covered in intercourse fluids, and the room reeking of it. He was surprised, but too tired to bother about it. He laid down behind the red head, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, when they woke up, Harry felt too sore to indulge in sexual activities with the beauties in his bed, even though he wanted to. Besides, they needed a shower, and the room stank. With everyone awake and fed, Harry led them outside for another day of training. The training finished in the second half of the afternoon. They went to a nearby river to clean themselves, then went home.

That night, after diner, Harry took both Triss and Raidy to bed, and they didn't stop until he got thoroughly drained. For the following 2 days, Harry got into a routine: breakfast, training, lunch, training, downtime at the river, diner, and sleep. 40% of his training was physical, 40% was magical, and the rest was sparring with the girls.

Also, he hadn't spent a single morning or evening without having sex with the girls. Thanks to his improved vitality, he could always handle 2 girls at the same time, except for Triss. She was the only one that could completly wear him down on her own, and she was also the best when it came to sex. So he reserved his evenings to focus his full attention on her. The mornings were for Raidy and Fonfon, and the afternoon at the river was for Kirya. He just couldn't get tired of them.

Harry noticed, during the last 2 days, that since he had arrived in that game world, he had become stronger. He felt more in tune with his magic, and he felt physically better than he had ever been. The most notable thing was something new to him. It had been slowly building up, and he only noticed it after the first day of training. When it reached its peak, he was stunned.

It was early in the morning, before the sunrise, that he got up. He went from asleep to fully awake in a few seconds. He slowly left the bed, careful to not wake up the girls on his side, and left the room. He went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself, then dressed himself and left the house. He walked to the usual training ground of the group, deep in thoughts.

"I can feel it" he said to himself. "I can go home!"

The feeling he had was reminescent of the time he had teleported himself on a roof when he was younger, and more recently, of how he had transported himself in the game world. He could feel a magical field coursing beneath his skin, and into his clothes. He intinctually knew that it was the field that allowed him to teleport into the game.

"Damn! I've been gone for days. The Dursley are going to be horrible when I get back" he said while growling.

If there was one thing Harry didn't want, it was to return to the tender care of his relatives.

"Hedwig!!" he shouted. "She was left alone with them! And my photo album and my father's cloak!"

And just like that, he activated the power. He felt himself being compressed into himself and at the same time passing through something not physical. His other senses got distorted, and he couldn't tell what he saw, heard, touched, tasted or smelled during the transit. It only lasted 2 seconds.